Evelyn

The wedding was breathtaking, considering we only had four days to do it. Dietrich meant what he said about waiting; he wasn’t going to do it. We were married in the large ballroom, decorated in the deep, dark blue that we had both worn that night we met. He had on a white suit with a matching blue dress shirt and tie. I wore a white ball gown that had blue ribbon down the boning of the corset. My veil was a matching blue, but none of that mattered. All I cared about was belonging to Dietrich. There were about thirty guests. All guests were for Dietrich’s side, some of them I had met during my parents’ dinner parties.

During the reception, one of them approached me. “If only I was a little younger, you’d be on my arm,” Mr. Greenlee sneered.

“Actually, that would have never happened, younger or not, because I belong to Dietrich. I always have. Excuse me, and enjoy yourself and behave or you’ll be out on your ass in a heartbeat.” I walked away like a boss and straight to my mate, who was looking fierce and snarly.

I ought to rip his throat out.  His expression was menacing and aimed directly at Greenlee who was completely unaware and chasing the server to get her attention.

I slipped my hand around his neck with my fingers in his hair and with a bit of force turned his head to look at me. My expression was just as serious and venomous as his had been, but for a different reason. Today was special, and no one was allowed to mess it up, even Dietrich. No, you won’t. You know you shouldn’t be listening to their thoughts. Your mom spent all day teaching me how to control it because today was about us. Now let it go.

Slip a ring on your finger, and all of the sudden you’re bossy. He chuckled, showing me that swoon-melting smile with lines at the very end.  The scruff on his face had grown out, and I made him keep it for today. It gave him that roguish look that made it hard for me to think straight. I could feel the desire sliding down my thighs. I should have worn panties, but I want nothing to keep my scent away from him. I knew he could smell my need every time his nostrils flared a bit and his legs rocked to adjust his cock.

I’m not bossy, I’m the boss. I believe it’s time you learned that now.

Wait, my love. I’m going to enjoy fucking you hard and reminding you who’s the boss.

I look forward to it, I said, tugging on his tie and nipping on his chin. I turned around to maintain that power, but I was a puddle of goo inside, thinking about his large, hard cock thrusting into me over and over again, stealing my breath away and punishing me.

Before I knew it, he was on me and I was over his shoulder. I gasped, and the crowd turned our way. “Wedding’s over. Time for us to go,” he shouted, and everyone started laughing. He dashed from the room and down to ours, flying halfway there. Once we were in our rooms, he closed the door and set me down in front of him. His eyes were predatory and knowing.

I giggled, then dashed to the bed as fast as my new vampire speed could manage, but he had years and experience on his side. He caught me before I made it to the mattress. His body came up directly behind me with his hand banding around my waist, leaning my body forward onto the bed.

“You did that on purpose, Mrs. Van Helsing,” he murmured against my ear, grinding his cock on my dress-covered ass. I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I was screaming down the house. “Keep your head down,” he added.

My body was covered in goose bumps thinking about his big cock deep inside of me. I wiggled my hips, itching for him to take me. He grunted, then took my earlobe between his lips and sucked. I popped my butt up, hoping to get a better feel, and I did. His hand came down, smacking my ass.

I let out a pleasurable cry. “Keep it down, Evelyn, or I’m going to slip my cock down your throat to keep you quiet.”

“I need you inside of me, and you’re playing. I want it now,” I demanded petulantly, turning my head and giving him my best pout.

“That’s fucking cute, sweetheart.” He dropped his pants, leaving the rest of his suit on. He straightened me back up and undid the back of my dress, letting it fall to the floor. “Step out of it.”

I eagerly did what I was told and returned to my position on the bed. I was game for whatever he felt like giving to me as long as it included a few mind-blowing orgasms. I heard him breathe in, his face now pressed against my bottom. My pussy clenched the second his tongue lapped up the juices seeping from my slit. I shivered in sweet anticipation before the next slash of his tongue. I rolled my hips, giving him more of my pussy. And just like that I was coming all over his face. He moaned and sucked on my sensitive nub. My head barely tilted to look back before he pushed his way into my core. “Fuck me,” I cried, whimpering and moaning with my body still shattering from the first orgasm.

“That’s what I want to hear. Tell me how much you need it. Your pussy is squeezing me like a greedy little thing. This view is going to send me over, but I’m nowhere near done,” he grunted in my ear. His tongue slid down my ear to my neck. He clamped down on my vein, drinking from me as he came, and I was coming again.

He collapsed, sprawling on top of me, and it felt fabulous.